“I have heard from Peterson this morning.”
No reply.
“He is reporting the matter to the General Council, and he has given the truth away to Murray. You know what that must mean.”
Still no reply.
“Betty.”
Had he been able to see the cynical smile upon her face, Parker Steel might have understood that by acting the suppliant for her pity he only intensified her contempt.
“Betty, is this fair to me?”
He shook the door with a sudden gust of petulant impatience.
“Show me some little consideration. I have some right to demand—”
“Demand what you please, Parker, but oblige me by not making so much noise.”